She might actually want to ask Daisy for advice on how best to speak to her audience, if she's not going to be busy, then.  It's rather embarrassing, but she doesn't really know if there's any particular droid culture around sophont deaths, and how best to respect and incorporate it into the - everything - if so.

Not culture, no, but they sometimes have programming that addresses it. In this case, all the droids are one of a) servants from Daisy's line, which is designed for working with Sith and is programmed to encourage people around them to avoid provoking attacks but also to ultimately consider Sith violence licit; b) med-droids from a line with similar programming regarding the licitness of Sith violence; or c) mech or labor droids without much complicated programming regarding interactions with biologicals at all.

"...That's...that someone can just...spin up a core, that presents as as much of a person as I do, with arbitrary, modifiable personality parameters, arbitrary drives...It scares me, the damage someone could do.  To quote a wise woman, evil is when you treat people like things, and...the philosophy of droid design very definitively does that.  You have preferences.  That is absolutely personhood, as far as I care."

"Yes ma'am."

"...Please tell me if I've said something that offends you; I wish to avoid doing that."

"You haven't, ma'am."

"Thank you, Daisy."

"You're welcome, ma'am."

Pradnakt wakes up about an hour later, and putters around starting her day for a little bit before settling in to work on her communication-assisting technique. It's largely a neutral technique, though there's an occasional brief twist of Dark as she works.

She pokes her head in to check on Diana at lunchtime. "Hey. Still working?"

Well, whatever she was doing, when Pradnakt says words at her she stops.  "Have I mentioned you have a very pretty voice?"

"Ahem.  Yeah, I'm still working.  Getting together the obituaries, as best I can."

"Not done with..." she gestures vaguely, "but progress. And lunchtime."

"Lunch does sound good, yeah."

Pradnakt will come in to give her a gentle hug and wait for her to finish talking to the holocron, then. (Daisy also stops when she's gotten the information she needs from the one she's speaking to.)

Diana could probably just - set the holocron aside, if she understands how holocrons actually work, they're more like a script than a soul - but she doesn't.  Holocrons are people too, just with a time-and-memory deficiency.

Yeah; Pradnakt isn't going to rush her, either.

And Diana sets down the holocron.  "So...lunchtime, then?"

"Mmhmm," and she'll take her hand to lead her out, snuggling up at the table while Daisy prepares the food. "Holos going okay?"

"Yeah.  I've been asking them how they want to be remembered."

"Mmhmm. You want to... talk about it?"

"...Not really sure what there is to say.  Death sucks, y'know?"

She's sad, but it's just...sadness that she can't heal, and can't let go of, so she just...abides.

"Yeah." Squeeze.

The hugging is mutual.

And then there's lunch.

"Anything else needs... taken care of? I'm probably not going to get... more done on this, today."

"Not much I can think of.  Cover identity browsing, maybe?  Something to ask R4 about, more than me.  If you want to go out shopping as...like...not overtly a Sith.  Or something like that."

"Yeah, good idea. Not usually needed but..." another vague gesture. "Big purchases, more questions."